Dead Again - Jeff The Killer x Reader

Let Him Die

"Yeah, that makes two of us." He sighed.

"Um... I'm gonna go to my room now." I said, standing up.

I glanced at Jeff, he was looking out the window, avoiding eye contact.

I left the room and closed the door behind me.

I sighed and put on a happy face before walking down the hall.

I found where Smiley's room was and knocked on his door.

He opened it up a few seconds later.

"Ah! (Y/N)! How have you been?" He asked, opening the door wider to let me by.

I hopped up onto the table in his room and let my legs dangle.

"I've been okay, how about you?" I asked.

"Well, Jeff has been glaring at me more frequently since your visit, but besides that, I've been good." He said.

"He glares at everyone, don't take it personally." I laid back on the table.

"So... about that date?"

Jeff's POV:
I heard the door close as she left my room.

You let her go.

She's gonna hate you now.

Kill her.

No! Don't kill her!

Protect her.

She's yours.

No one else's.

You can't let her go.

If she gets hurt, it's all over.

There's no escape from this.

She makes you feel alive.

She's all you have left.

She's mine.

(Y/N)'s POV:
"So... about that date?" I sat up and raised an eyebrow.

"What about it?" He asked.

"Were you joking or were you serious?" I questioned.

"Hm, I suppose that depends on your answer." He said.

"I would have to say no, since I have a boyfr-" I paused, remembering Jeff's list.

Tears pricked at my eyes and I looked down at the ground, trying to hide them.

"So it's a no, then?" Smiley asked.

I nodded and wiped away the tears, trying to clear my mind.

"Sorry." I chuckled.

"It's quite alright, it was mostly just to bother Jeff." He said.

I stood up and stretched a bit.

"Well, I'm gonna get going now. I need some rest." I smiled.

"Your room is right across mine. I believe your name is already on the door." He said.

I nodded and left the room, seeing the door across from his had "(Y/N)" painted on in (F/C) paint.

I pushed the door open and saw that the room was simple, and clean.

Refreshing compared to Jeff's dumpster of a room.

I sat down on the bed and surprisingly it was comfortable.

The sheets were clean and the bed was neatly made, my guess was Slender had cleaned up the room.

I doubt any of those other dipshits could've done it.

Maybe EJ, but the rest of them, I doubt it.

I flopped back on the bed and curled into a ball, facing the window.

I stared at the bright moon, thinking about life.

I don't know what to do, I'm literally in a house full of killers, and they expect me to kill with them.

I've made friends, and I've also been nearly kissed by arguably the craziest out of all of them.

God, my life's really gone downhill.

Should I go talk to Jeff?

He seemed pretty on-edge earlier, maybe I should avoid him for now.

I want to go home.

But at the same time, this place isn't all bad.

I've met some cool people.

Like EJ, Toby, BEN, Dr. Smiley, Slender, even Jeff is cool sometimes.

I guess killers can be okay to be around, too?

But what about Bryce?

He's my boyfriend, and Jeff's going to kill him.

And the worst part is, I can't do shit to stop it.

I have no control over it.

Slender won't show sympathy for something as stupid as that.

If I'm gonna stay here, I would've had to cut all ties off with him, anyways.

Maybe I should just forget about Bryce.

Sure, he was a good person and I had some kind of feelings for him, but he wasn't always around when I needed him.

And I'm pretty sure he was cheating on me.

He always did look at other girls when we went out, but I never thought he'd actually do anything with them.

Come to think of it, he was kind of an asshole.

When he stayed with me at my new place, all he wanted to do was have sex.

He wouldn't ever just kiss me or hug me to show affection, he always pushed me to do more.

A simple hug would lead to him grabbing my ass, and telling me he wanted more.

Fuck him.

Let him die.

He didn't deserve me.

And he's done horrible things to me when I asked him to stop.

I've been happier since Jeff kidnapped me.

Isn't that weird, I've felt more comfortable around murderers than I did my own boyfriend.

Yeah, let Jeff kill him.

I don't need him.

I don't need anyone, anymore.

Then my door busted open.